The Missing Promise

You smell like cherries in blossom on a hot Summer evening and you have a good way of telling me I’m wrong because you’re blunt; but they say love is blind because tonight I’m wrong about everything because deep down inside I knew. I’ve also decided to put my faith away and built my garden walls too high and put you down as a wanderer with no boundaries left but the insecure blindness that you still loved and cared for me.

Nonetheless, you will end up marrying two different people who are in the same body. You will marry someone, but not her. Not the same girl. Just somebody that you used to know who loved you like; but since as a child and I’d swear to God that it was me and they someday when the white noise is all gone, you; if you really loved me would recognize me and know.

You’d know it was me and know that you still had my heart.

Because deep down I know I was still in yours somewhere missing along the way.

But I swear to God I’ll find a way to replace my sanity as you.

Just remember that you are a missing promise and I keep swearing to God that I missed out and missed you too much.

And Dear Ivan but by hope of chance, Paul;

I can barely breathe.